This burst of laughter made Zhao Rang freeze on the spot.
He clearly heard the laughter coming from the white stone house. ?
This means there is someone in the house.
And this is Hagoromo's house.
So it was obvious who was in the room.
Zhao Rang subconsciously glanced in the direction where the child in red left.
He was wondering if the child had known that Hagoromo was in the house for a long time and was just deliberately lying to him?
Or maybe Hagoromo was one of his masters and had already told him to do this and say this?
While Zhao Rang was lost in thought, the window of the stone house slowly opened a crack, and a purple silk scarf flew out from inside.
The silk scarf hangs on the fence at the entrance of the courtyard.
Two fence posts just held up both sides of the scarf and spread it out in front of Zhao Rang.
Zhao Rang took a few steps back.
At this moment, his heels were pressed against the cliff.
At the same time, he also covered his mouth and nose, and even wanted to close his eyes.
For an enemy who uses poison, there is no way to make himself absolutely safe. He can only do everything he can think of in order to gain some peace of mind.
But soon he gave up closing his eyes.
Because Zhao Rang found writing on this scarf.
The silk scarf is very thin. If you don't pay attention to the words written on it, the ink will smear and turn into a black mess.
But the words on this scarf are very clear.
The writer deliberately controlled the strength, angle and strokes to perfection.
The purpose was not to show Zhao Rang clearly, but to show off such precise control.
Zhao Rang has good eyesight, so he can see the words on the scarf without getting too close.
Zhao Rang.
Mr. Zhang, the father of Zhao.
Age: About twenty-seven or eight.
Weapon: Wu Dao Tang’s last black steel sword.
Martial arts cultivation level: Half a step to the fourth level, actual combat power is close to that of a third level grandmaster. His sword skills are extremely fast, and he is even more powerful after getting the black steel sword.
Personality: impatient, loyal, usually likes to be noisy, and occasionally seeks peace and quiet.
Others: Single without a partner, but having ambiguous relationships with several women. There are also two or three good friends, especially those with whom Yuan Mingkong, the seventh prince of Dawei North, has an extraordinary relationship.
Zhao Rang read it word by word, but there was no expression on his face.
Although the words on the scarf have written about him in detail.
No matter who sees it, they will feel as if Zhao Rang is standing in front of them.
But the real old Jianghu will only sneer at such words.
Because people are too complicated.
It’s so complicated that no one can tell what another person is like, even if you are his best friend, or even his parents, wife, and children!
There is only one way to understand a person, which is to become a friend or an enemy with him, and then in the course of many years of interaction, you can deepen your understanding inch by inch, and then correct him inch by inch.
After all, no one stays the same for the rest of their lives.
Even if there is, Zhao Rang doesn't think he can encounter it.
Therefore, these things on the silk scarf may be regarded as treasures by some people, but they have no feeling for Zhao Rang, or even have no use at all.
Because he doesn't need to know himself.
Not to mention that one of the most important things was wrongly written in this information.
That is: getting the black steel sword did not make him even more powerful. But Zhao Rang's sword skills can only be better displayed with a black steel sword.
The theory of sequence may seem trivial, but in fact it subverts everything.
Even though the people in the room had carefully investigated themselves, the most fundamental thing was wrong, and the rest was even more useless.
If the people in the room wanted to scare me just based on this scarf and the words on it, that would be a bit too disrespectful.
Shaking his head, Zhao Rang's mood had completely calmed down, and he felt that the people in the room were nothing special.
Although her poison is invisible, her sword may not be slow.
Even if he was also poisoned.
But there was no thought of begging for mercy, and on the contrary, he became even more stubborn.
When there is absolutely no way out, people will either give up completely and break the pot, or they will burst out with several times or even dozens of times more power than usual, just like the sun at noon, making shadows unable to exist.
"I didn't expect you to read it carefully!"
When the door of the stone house opened, a thick cloud happened to float in the sky, blocking the sunlight, and the wind in the mountain immediately became a little cool.
When Zhao Rang saw Yu Yi for the first time, he felt that she was not a person, but a peacock.
Not only because of her colorful clothes, but also because of her slender neck and proud posture.
Zhao Rang had never seen this kind of clothes that were almost entirely made up of pieces of cloth.
If the wind was stronger at this moment, maybe her body covered by the cloth would be exposed.
But each piece of cloth is cut extremely neatly and elegantly, and has a beautiful knot at the top.
"Isn't it just for others to see? If you don't want to show it to me, why do you throw the scarf out again?"
Hagoromo smiled.
Her smile is neither sweet nor coquettish, it is a completely new mood.
Even a frequent visitor to Changchun Garden like Zhao Rang has never seen such a smile.
But he had to admit that Yuyi's smile was very friendly.
Like spring roses.
But it is now approaching late autumn.
Spring is not here.
The roses have long since withered.
All that is left are the protruding poisonous thorns on the rose branches!
Yuyi smiled for a while, but when he saw that Zhao Rang was still indifferent, he frowned slightly.
She could allow Zhao Rang to ignore the content on her scarf, but she would never allow a man to ignore his smile.
Although she is a generation older than Zhao Rang, women are women, and seniority cannot change what is innate in their bones.
Especially for someone as talented as Hagoromo, who has been in a high position for a long time, it is even more deeply ingrained.
So her attitude towards Zhao Rang suddenly turned cold.
It was colder than the mountain breeze just now when the clouds covered the sun.
"I was lying on the bed comfortably when I heard something moving outside. Then I saw you were here, so I got up and talked to you."
"You mean, I disturbed your purity?"
"I don't mean anything!"
When a woman says she doesn't have anything, she probably does.
It's like if you are not angry or unhappy, then you must be very angry and unhappy!
Zhao Rang is neither a fool nor a fool, of course he understands this.
If it were another girl, maybe he would be gentler or even coax her.
But no one would be interested in such a sinister old woman...even if she looks very beautiful, friendly, and has an exotic and wild beauty.
Not to mention that her current relationship with Zhao Rang is that of the murderer and the murdered.
This kind of relationship is the most amazing relationship in the world.
Because no one can guarantee that the murderer will be able to kill the other person, no one can be sure who can stabilize the other between the two, and who should be more polite to whom.
"You don't know the purpose of my visit?"
"Of course I know that you are obsessed with that bitch."
Zhao Rang couldn't help but laugh.
He liked to see women jealous of each other, even scolding each other, or using all kinds of insults.
Anyway, he doesn't like these two women, so it's even more fun!
"Who are you talking about whore?"
Yuyi curled his lips and said:
"Don't you know it yet? Let me tell you, she can get under anyone's bed, so you'd better be careful..."
As she spoke, her eyes slowly moved downward.
Zhao Rang knew what she was talking about, but pretended not to understand and replied:
"There are no absolutes in anything. At least she didn't get into my bed."
Yuyi sneered.
Of course she didn't believe what Zhao Rang said.
Yuyi was very clear about Tang Wanqing's abilities.
Not only her sinister poison, but also the effort she put into men.
If Zhao Rang was an old man and had more ambition than strength, Yuyi might still believe that he was telling the truth.
But Zhao Rang is a young man in his twenties and full of energy.
At his age, as long as he has tasted it, he can't say that he will think about it as long as he calms down.
How can you have such good concentration?
"Believe it or not, I'm not here to argue with you about this."
Yuyi said reluctantly:
"If you really didn't, then you wouldn't agree to her conditions!"
It can be seen that Yuyi is a little anxious.
Although Zhao Rang didn't know what Yuyi was anxious about, it was definitely not a bad thing for her to be anxious.
"What she said made sense, so she didn't have to take off her clothes to convince me. Why should I refuse something that makes sense? Besides, it's also nice to me!"
Yuyi did not answer, but turned around and said to Zhao Rang:
"follow me."
The two of them had been talking on the fence of the small courtyard.
After all, Zhao Rang was very afraid of this courtyard, the house in the courtyard, and the people in the house.
Now that the verbal confrontation is over, the fear in Zhao Rang's heart has disappeared, replaced by calmness!
So without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand to open the courtyard door and walked into the small courtyard, following Yuyi.
However, when he was about to enter the room, Zhao Rang stopped.
The room was dark.
There was also an unspeakable damp smell.
The fog in Baihe Mountain is thick, and there are streams and rivers. It is much wetter than other places in the north, but it is not like this.
"Wait a moment."
Yuyi did not let Zhao Rang go in directly.
After she entered the house, she opened the only window first.
But this window was on the shady side, so it didn't help much inside the house.
But the wind actually blew in a lot, making the smell in the room much lighter.
"Okay, come in!"
Zhao Rang stepped across the threshold and saw someone lighting candles during the day for the first time.
The dragon and phoenix candles used during the bridal night were lit, and they were as thick as a baby's arms!
Although Zhao Rang knew a lot about women, he had never experienced a wedding. Therefore, even if he could recognize that these were dragon and phoenix candles, he still had no idea why Hagoromo would light such a pair of candles alone for most of the day.
"Nothing, this kind of candle is brighter and burns longer!"
Hagoromo's explanation was very neat and made sense.
People in Jianghu are not strict about trivial matters, and they never care about ethics and education. So there is no particular time to use everything.
If you think the room is too dark and want a candle to brighten it up, there's nothing wrong with it, regardless of what it's usually used for.
"You know exactly what I'm here for, why do you invite me into the house?"
Yuyi said calmly:
"Your question is like I know you won't drink my tea, but I still make it for you."
Hagoromo's tea is very fragrant.
The color is very green.
It is almost impossible to still have such green tea leaves in late autumn.
"Well, of course I won't drink it."
Zhao Rang said.
Hagoromo picked up the teapot, shook it gently for a moment, then poured the tea soup into the cup and said:
"But what if I told you that this is the cure?"
Zhao Rang stared at the tea cup and then looked at Yu Yi's face.
Under the candlelight, her face was a bit paler than outside, which was not in line with common sense.
"You think I'd believe it?"
Hagoromo didn't explain, but picked up the tea cup, drank it in one gulp, and then poured another cup.
"That doesn't prove it's an antidote either."
Zhao Rang said.
"But at least it can prove that it's not poisonous, right?"
Zhao Rang still shook his head:
"also can not."
Hagoromo asked:
"Why?"
"Because you can take the antidote in advance!"
Yuyi smiled and said:
"Now I believe that bitch did not take off her clothes, nor did she get into your bed."
Zhao Rang is a reasonable person.
People who can reason care about logic.
He will think over everything pros and cons many times until he feels that there are no loopholes before making a decision.
What's more, she had promised Tang Wanqing to kill Yuyi, so she had no reason to directly give herself the antidote.
"Okay, since you don't believe this, let me tell you something you can believe."
Hagoromo moved the tea cup inside.
"What that bitch told you was basically the truth, but she hid the most important thing."
"That's what I came here to do, not what I wanted. In a sense, it's the same as you came to me."
Zhao Rang came to Yuyi for the antidote, and also to fulfill the request of Bai Hezi and his great uncle.
But in the final analysis, it is still because I was poisoned and therefore controlled by others.
Yuyi said it was the same as him.
Could it be that she was also controlled by others?
Zhao Rang couldn't believe what she said so quickly, so he could only listen quietly and wait for her to continue.
"How many conditions did you agree to Tang Wanqing?"
Zhao Rang thought for a while and replied:
"Three."
He originally thought that Yuyi would ask what the three conditions were, but unexpectedly Yuyi said:
"Then let me tell you three things."
"The first thing is that you were not poisoned, I was poisoned."
Zhao Rang asked:
"anything else?"
"The second thing is that although I have an antidote for the poison I was poisoned, I couldn't cure it, so I had to ask my disciples to grab ordinary medicinal materials, boil them and take them to suppress them. But I didn't kill them, and they also Really just go get me some medicine.”
The second thing was that Zhao Rang was silent for a long time before continuing to ask:
"What about the third one?"
Yuyi smiled sadly and said:
"The third thing is that if you had used a knife on me just now, you would have been dead."
Zhao Rang raised the corners of his mouth, and when the words "I don't believe it" rose to his throat, he suddenly felt a hint of coldness in his throat.
Under the dim candlelight.
Several circles of almost transparent silk thread were wrapped around the index finger of Hagoromo's right hand.
A needle hangs from the end of the thread.
The needle tip stopped at Zhao Rang's throat impartially.
"Although your knife is very fast, my poisonous needle is at least three times faster than you!"
